A Green Day Story, chapter 6
"Amy!" Tre ran up to me and gave me a huge hug just as I re-entered the kitchen. "I missed you!"
"I was only gone for like...five minutes, Tre." I said, returning the hug and looking over at a nearby clock. Oh, shit! I was out there for two hours?!
"Make it two hours." Billie Joe said from the kitchen table, his mouth half full with a piece of toast. I walked over to him and sat down beside him, pulling the other half out of his mouth and eating it myself. "Hey! That's mine!"
I shoved it all into my mouth.
"You want it still?" I said after swallowing it all down and taking a few sips from his can of coke. "Interesting...coke and toast for breakfast. Yum."
"Yuppers." Billie Joe smiled and went to make more toast. Just as the bread popped up out of the toaster, Mike snatched it and put it into his mouth. "HEY! Does the world not want me to have toast?!"
"Apparently not." I said and stood up. "So, what are we doin' today?"
"Umn..." Tre thought a minute. "I got nothing."
"We can...go to the mall, go into the pool, or....jam session in the basement." Billie Joe suggested.
"How about....jam session, then pool?" Mike said and gave off a smile. I looked to him and smiled myself. He seemed like the type who was always so serious around other people than Tre and Billie Joe that one simple grin emits the power of the contagious smile.
"Sounds great." Billie Joe smiled and stood up. We all walked into the basement and I plopped myself down onto the couch. Propping my head onto my arm, and resting my elbow on the arm of the small couch, I looked over at them. Billie Joe put the guitar's strap over is shoulder and shot a smile over towards me. I smiled back and looked over to Tre setting up the drum set. I sighed and dropped my head so it was now resting on the arm of the chair. I looked back at Billie Joe and he smiled at me again and just then our eyes locked gazes for a moment...and I felt my heart melt.
What does this mean? I looked away quickly. Could it mean...I am in love with Billie Joe? No way. We only met a week ago and well he's sweet and funny and nice and georgeous and...No! I do NOT love him. He's a friend...we've only known eachother for a week...I do not love him....I do not lo--
"Amy?" Mike's voice interrupted my thoughts and I silently thanked him for it. I sighed and looked over to him. He had his bass over his shoulder and he looked at me.
"Yeeees?" I said casually back to him.
"You zonked out and we wondered if you wanted to hear our loverly music." Mike smiled.
"Heck yah!" And they spent about and hour playing songs. I was watching Billie Joe singing and thought, 'Wow...his voice is awesome!'. He looked over at me a few times and that wonderful, melting feeling returned, and once again, it was a pain reassuring myself I don't like him.
They finished with a song Billie Joe called "King For A Day" and I laughed at that song.
"Okay! Let's hit the pool!" Billie Joe shouted and we all ran out to get our swim suits. I dug through th ebag my dad brought me from home, but frowned when I saw he didn't pack me my bathing suit.
"Dammit!" I screamed to myself before a smile it my face. I walked outside to see the guys standing around the pool.
"Where's your suit? Aren't ya gonna swim?" Tre asked me. I nodded and started to take off my shirt.
"Hey! What're you doing?!" Billie Joe yelled.
"My bra and underwear are the same as a bikini. So it'll be alright." I said and pulled off my shirt to reveal a black bra. Then I took off my pants. "Besides, I'm wearing boxers."
Billie Joe just stared as I ran and dived into the refreshingly cool water. My head popped out of the water to see no one. I looked around, confused, before being pulled under. When I popped back up, I saw the three guys laughing at me. I looked at them, then stopped on Billie Joe. He was so hot wet.....NO! What am I thinking?! Am I crazy?
Billie Joe flashed a grin at me and his brilliant emerald green eyes glistened. No. I cannot fall for him. I can't...I shook my head violently and just relaxed my thought. Just have fun and don't think about it, I told myself. Yeah right, like that would ever happen.
"I was only gone for like...five minutes, Tre." I said, returning the hug and looking over at a nearby clock. Oh, shit! I was out there for two hours?!
"Make it two hours." Billie Joe said from the kitchen table, his mouth half full with a piece of toast. I walked over to him and sat down beside him, pulling the other half out of his mouth and eating it myself. "Hey! That's mine!"
I shoved it all into my mouth.
"You want it still?" I said after swallowing it all down and taking a few sips from his can of coke. "Interesting...coke and toast for breakfast. Yum."
"Yuppers." Billie Joe smiled and went to make more toast. Just as the bread popped up out of the toaster, Mike snatched it and put it into his mouth. "HEY! Does the world not want me to have toast?!"
"Apparently not." I said and stood up. "So, what are we doin' today?"
"Umn..." Tre thought a minute. "I got nothing."
"We can...go to the mall, go into the pool, or....jam session in the basement." Billie Joe suggested.
"How about....jam session, then pool?" Mike said and gave off a smile. I looked to him and smiled myself. He seemed like the type who was always so serious around other people than Tre and Billie Joe that one simple grin emits the power of the contagious smile.
"Sounds great." Billie Joe smiled and stood up. We all walked into the basement and I plopped myself down onto the couch. Propping my head onto my arm, and resting my elbow on the arm of the small couch, I looked over at them. Billie Joe put the guitar's strap over is shoulder and shot a smile over towards me. I smiled back and looked over to Tre setting up the drum set. I sighed and dropped my head so it was now resting on the arm of the chair. I looked back at Billie Joe and he smiled at me again and just then our eyes locked gazes for a moment...and I felt my heart melt.
What does this mean? I looked away quickly. Could it mean...I am in love with Billie Joe? No way. We only met a week ago and well he's sweet and funny and nice and georgeous and...No! I do NOT love him. He's a friend...we've only known eachother for a week...I do not love him....I do not lo--
"Amy?" Mike's voice interrupted my thoughts and I silently thanked him for it. I sighed and looked over to him. He had his bass over his shoulder and he looked at me.
"Yeeees?" I said casually back to him.
"You zonked out and we wondered if you wanted to hear our loverly music." Mike smiled.
"Heck yah!" And they spent about and hour playing songs. I was watching Billie Joe singing and thought, 'Wow...his voice is awesome!'. He looked over at me a few times and that wonderful, melting feeling returned, and once again, it was a pain reassuring myself I don't like him.
They finished with a song Billie Joe called "King For A Day" and I laughed at that song.
"Okay! Let's hit the pool!" Billie Joe shouted and we all ran out to get our swim suits. I dug through th ebag my dad brought me from home, but frowned when I saw he didn't pack me my bathing suit.
"Dammit!" I screamed to myself before a smile it my face. I walked outside to see the guys standing around the pool.
"Where's your suit? Aren't ya gonna swim?" Tre asked me. I nodded and started to take off my shirt.
"Hey! What're you doing?!" Billie Joe yelled.
"My bra and underwear are the same as a bikini. So it'll be alright." I said and pulled off my shirt to reveal a black bra. Then I took off my pants. "Besides, I'm wearing boxers."
Billie Joe just stared as I ran and dived into the refreshingly cool water. My head popped out of the water to see no one. I looked around, confused, before being pulled under. When I popped back up, I saw the three guys laughing at me. I looked at them, then stopped on Billie Joe. He was so hot wet.....NO! What am I thinking?! Am I crazy?
Billie Joe flashed a grin at me and his brilliant emerald green eyes glistened. No. I cannot fall for him. I can't...I shook my head violently and just relaxed my thought. Just have fun and don't think about it, I told myself. Yeah right, like that would ever happen.
